Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.